Stranded

The roads are empty and hauntingly beautiful
As I stare at the dark sky, a chill runs down my spine 
I tell myself 'This is beautiful' 
No one comes here 
The dark clouds are hovering around the night sky 
But the night is young and beautiful 
The orange hued light is inviting me to go and stand there 
I can't stop myself from admiring the quietness and stillness of the night 
The tree complements my solitude 
I close my eyes for a second and I hear the slow whispers of the wind 
I hear the slow rustles of the leaves 
I hear voices 
My voices, telling me to stop everything and take a break
The petrichor is making me want to stay longer 
I'm stranded 
Although I don't know where to go, I know exactly where to stay